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I had visitors today

lelasboy0853 on Sex Stories

After admiring the 80 degree weather I sat back and watched some local news...
Just how many times can we watch the local weather in 30 minutes... Just as I was about to throw the remote
..I heard my door bell ring it was tw
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o very well dressed people professional looking types at my door...

They were realitors (husband & wife team) inquiring on the house next door... I really didn't hear his question because I was staring at her.

She was a trophy wife... the beauty... and in that shear black blouse which barely concealed two of Las Vegas' landmarks...

She smile at my perdicument- Weather to stare at her or answer his question ....something about lot size...
I invited them in
and followed behind studing her ass as if there a treasure map drawn on it....

We chatted about the housing market and how long they'd been in real estate.... As they enjoy a hard lemon aide I continued to admiire Lucy's body and Mark didn't seem to mind... Lucy sat on the couch closest to me and Mark placed his hand on Lucy's leg....
He didn't just place his hand there he slide his hand up and down the entire lenght of the inside of her thigh... She responded by uncrossing her legs and opening them gradually as Marks fingers began the find the top of her thigh and ever so slowly touch her puzzy area...

Her hand found his thigh and the rub-fest was on... we talked about my house and they asked for a tour because my house was similar to the house next door...

Sure I commented, I wanted a second chance to watch her ass anyway...
They asked for a tour of the master bedroom.... I thought that where I'd like to have her right now... We walked in and she immediately sat on the bed and Mark looked in the closet...

I realized at that moment before the rain started I was watching porn... and the SEYMORE BUTTS Video was hanging out the VCR.... She spotted it and said "someone else likes Seymore honey..."
My embarrassment was short lived when Mark asked the title of it and I said "ASS-play..." Lucy commented honey you don't have that one it must be new... Let me see it Marked asked...

Within just a very minutes Lucy, Mark and I were on my Cal-King bed watching Seymore driving A big boobed starlet(built like Lucy) over the edge by finger fucking her...

As the sexual tension grew in the bedroom I noticed Lucy opening her blouse and after she ran her right hand on her husband lap and the left hand careesing my elbow.....

She leaned back against the head board and skirt pulled up exposing her baby blue lace panties. There was faint wet spot between lips of her pussy... She grabbed my hand and placed on her chest... Mark was already imitating Seymore by pulling Lucy's panties to the side and inserting one finger then two into her already wet pussy...
Without skipping a beat I removed her blouse and removed one tit then the other boob out of it's baby blue confinement
I leaned over and put one silver dollar sized areola in my mouth... Mark leaned in and sucked on the other as his fingers moved quickly in and out of her pussy.

She was overcome with passion as the movie progressed and the big titted woman stuck two finger in asshole as Syemore continued to finger fuck her followed by his dick....
Mark helped his wife out of clothes and removed his without his eyes leaving the tv screen...

Once Lucy was naked on the bed she reached for my cock and lead it to her mouth... She was on her back and side when Mark buried his face into her well shaven swallon pussy...

Neither Lucy nor Mark took their eyes off the TV...
But I took in every beautiful nook and cranny on Lucy's body... she was beautiful sexy and horny

My cock was about explode if i didn't back away so I stepped away from the bed and ran my hands over Lucy's tight big tity body... Within minutes Lucy shouted I am Cumming as Mark lapped his tongue in and out of her pussy ...He slid up on the bed and placed his dick at the entrance to her pussy and drove it in and then withdrew it She groaned as every nerve ending around her pussy began firing in pleasure.

HE plunged deeper each time and the air escaped from her as she moaned....
She looked at me and ordered Mark to come by her mouth so she could taste her self....and directed me to fuck her ...fuck me hard she said. Watching her getting fucked by Mark did nothing to releave the pressure building in my balls... It made hungry for her even more.

But I wanted place my hard cock in her tight athletic ass...
and when after a few strokes I pulled legs over her head and gently yet firmly jabbed my cock in her ass.

She squeeled for joy and almost came on the spot... Mark was really fucking her mouth He had both hands on each side of her face driving his cock to the back of her throat. He shot his jizz down her throat just as I entered her ass.... She began to rub her clit in cadice to my stroke up her ass...

She began to squirm and it only intensived the pressure growing in my balls.... As we came together I noticed the big titty girl was getting fucked by Seymore was squirming just like Lucy... and Seymore shot his load all over her ass... Mine was shot up Luc
After admiring the 80 degree weather I sat back and watched some local news...
Just how many times can we watch the local weather in 30 minutes... Just as I was about to throw the remote
..I heard my door bell ring it was two very well dressed people professional looking types at my door...

They were realitors (husband & wife team) inquiring on the house next door... I really didn't hear his question because I was staring at her.

She was a trophy wife... the beauty... and in that shear black blouse which barely concealed two of Las Vegas' landmarks...

She smile at my perdicument- Weather to stare at her or answer his question ....something about lot size...
I invited them in
and followed behind studing her ass as if there a treasure map drawn on it....

We chatted about the housing market and how long they'd been in real estate.... As they enjoy a hard lemon aide I continued to admiire Lucy's body and Mark didn't seem to mind... Lucy sat on the couch closest to me and Mark placed his hand on Lucy's leg....
He didn't just place his hand there he slide his hand up and down the entire lenght of the inside of her thigh... She responded by uncrossing her legs and opening them gradually as Marks fingers began the find the top of her thigh and ever so slowly touch her puzzy area...

Her hand found his thigh and the rub-fest was on... we talked about my house and they asked for a tour because my house was similar to the house next door...

Sure I commented, I wanted a second chance to watch her ass anyway...
They asked for a tour of the master bedroom.... I thought that where I'd like to have her right now... We walked in and she immediately sat on the bed and Mark looked in the closet...

I realized at that moment before the rain started I was watching porn... and the SEYMORE BUTTS Video was hanging out the VCR.... She spotted it and said "someone else likes Seymore honey..."
My embarrassment was short lived when Mark asked the title of it and I said "ASS-play..." Lucy commented honey you don't have that one it must be new... Let me see it Marked asked...

Within just a very minutes Lucy, Mark and I were on my Cal-King bed watching Seymore driving A big boobed starlet(built like Lucy) over the edge by finger fucking her...

As the sexual tension grew in the bedroom I noticed Lucy opening her blouse and after she ran her right hand on her husband lap and the left hand careesing my elbow.....

She leaned back against the head board and skirt pulled up exposing her baby blue lace panties. There was faint wet spot between lips of her pussy... She grabbed my hand and placed on her chest... Mark was already imitating Seymore by pulling Lucy's panties to the side and inserting one finger then two into her already wet pussy...
Without skipping a beat I removed her blouse and removed one tit then the other boob out of it's baby blue confinement
I leaned over and put one silver dollar sized areola in my mouth... Mark leaned in and sucked on the other as his fingers moved quickly in and out of her pussy.

She was overcome with passion as the movie progressed and the big titted woman stuck two finger in asshole as Syemore continued to finger fuck her followed by his dick....
Mark helped his wife out of clothes and removed his without his eyes leaving the tv screen...

Once Lucy was naked on the bed she reached for my cock and lead it to her mouth... She was on her back and side when Mark buried his face into her well shaven swallon pussy...

Neither Lucy nor Mark took their eyes off the TV...
But I took in every beautiful nook and cranny on Lucy's body... she was beautiful sexy and horny

My cock was about explode if i didn't back away so I stepped away from the bed and ran my hands over Lucy's tight big tity body... Within minutes Lucy shouted I am Cumming as Mark lapped his tongue in and out of her pussy ...He slid up on the bed and placed his dick at the entrance to her pussy and drove it in and then withdrew it She groaned as every nerve ending around her pussy began firing in pleasure.

HE plunged deeper each time and the air escaped from her as she moaned....
She looked at me and ordered Mark to come by her mouth so she could taste her self....and directed me to fuck her ...fuck me hard she said. Watching her getting fucked by Mark did nothing to releave the pressure building in my balls... It made hungry for her even more.

But I wanted place my hard cock in her tight athletic ass...
and when after a few strokes I pulled legs over her head and gently yet firmly jabbed my cock in her ass.

She squeeled for joy and almost came on the spot... Mark was really fucking her mouth He had both hands on each side of her face driving his cock to the back of her throat. He shot his jizz down her throat just as I entered her ass.... She began to rub her clit in cadice to my stroke up her ass...

She began to squirm and it only intensived the pressure growing in my balls.... As we came together I noticed the big titty girl was getting fucked by Seymore was squirming just like Lucy... and Seymore shot his load all over her ass... Mine was shot up Lucy's ass.
Her husband without missing a beat jabbed his cock in Lucy's ass and pumped her ass full cum.
We spent the evening having some wine and hard limon aide and fucking Lucy's pussy and ass...
She sold the house next door in 23 days at the asking price and the three of us are now looking for bi-girl willing to hace adult fun
y's ass.
Her husband without missing a beat jabbed his cock in Lucy's ass and pumped her ass full cum.
We spent the evening having some wine and hard limon aide and fucking Lucy's pussy and ass...
She sold the house next door in 23 days at the asking price and the three of us are now looking for bi-girl willing to hace adult fun

Seduction: Chapter 2

bustybibbwbabe on Sex Stories

I awoke early the next morning to the bright summer sun shining on my face and I wondered if the events from the previous night had all been a dream, until I looked over and saw him lying there, sleeping peacefully…God he was beautiful.


I go

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t out of bed and showered quickly, ran a comb through my damp hair and pulled it into a loose bun, dressed in sweat pants and a t-shirt and went into the kitchen to start a pot of coffee. I heard him get up and go into the bathroom. He came out about 30 minutes later, wet from his shower, a towel wrapped around his waste.  He walked up behind me and wrapped his arms around me and pressed his freshly shaven face against mine, water droplets from his shoulder-length hair dripping onto my forehead.


“Good Morning”, he said as his lips grazed my cheek and he released me from his embrace.


“Good Morning…Coffee?”


“That would be great”


As I poured him a cup, I repressed my urge to bring up the events from the previous night; I knew that we would have to talk about them eventually but not in the afterglow of the most perfect night of my life.


“You know you really should get dressed, the car will be here to take us to the set in 30 minutes”, I said as I handed him his cup of coffee.


“You’re right”


The ride to the set that morning was silent for the most part other than a little mindless chatter between Cristian and the driver about how nice the weather was and things of that nature. When we arrived at the set we parted ways as I went over to hair and makeup and he went to wardrobe.  As I sat in the makeup chair, another of our co-stars, Oliver, came over and sat in the chair next to me, we exchanged pleasantries and had a little chat as we did every morning. Oliver played my husband in the movie, Christian my lover, little did I know at that time how true that scenario would play out in the coming years.


Oliver was very handsome as well, he was British and stood 6 feet tall, shoulder length chocolate brown hair, with mocha colored eyes, a neatly trimmed goatee, and he was in great shape. He was probably one of the nicest people I had ever met; he was just so caring and thoughtful all the time. It was common knowledge around the set that Oliver was quite smitten with me, but at the time I was head over heels for Cristian and to young and naïve to realize that he would never leave his family for me no matter how much he loved me.


Over the next few weeks my life followed pretty much the exact same pattern. Cristian and I would arrive on set at around 6 am, we would finish shooting around 7pm, sometimes later sometime earlier depending on the days shooting schedule. Cristian and I would return to my room, shower, order room service and end our evening by making love late into the night. I felt like my life was perfect. I was so in love and even though he never said it, I felt sure that Cristian would leave his girlfriend for me at the end of filming.


Our final day of shooting came all too soon. It was a crisp September day and Cristian was acting unusually cold to me that day. When filming wrapped, Cristian told me that he would see me at the wrap party that night and I returned to my room to get dressed.


I arrived at the party that night wearing a flowing royal blue dress that was belted at the waste and really showed off my ample cleavage, my hair was styled down with loose curls, and my makeup was perfect. I walked into the room; I immediately spotted Cristian and my heart broke into a million pieces. He saw me and looked at me with pain in his eyes. His girlfriend, Vanessa, sat beside him and it was in that moment that I realized that he was never going to leave her and their two children for me.


I quickly pulled myself together, I was an actress after all, and quickly made my way around the room exchanging pleasantries. I then found the bar, took my seat and started doing shots of tequila.


After about an hour, Oliver came over and joined me the bar; apparently he was the only one who had been able to see through my act.


“How are you, Natalie?”


“Fine, Ollie, thanks for asking”


“No your not, I can tell”


“Ok, so I’m not fine…what difference does it make?”


“It makes a difference to me”


“Well, let’s just say that that something I thought to be true wasn’t”


“Yeah, I saw that Cristian brought Vanessa with him tonight”


“What are you talking about?”


“Oh come on, Natalie, did you seriously think it was a secret? Everyone knows….even Vanessa knows”


“But how?”


“Well you two weren’t exactly trying very hard to hide it”


“I guess you’re right…I just feel like such a fool”


“You’re not a fool Natalie, it happens to the best of us….and just between you and me any guy would be lucky to have you”


That night when I looked into Oliver’s eyes I felt a spark that I had never felt for him before, I knew that he was in love with me and that he would treat me the way that I longed to be treated, but I just felt like he deserved better.


Oliver and I spent the rest of the party at the bar drinking and by the time the party was over we were both very drunk. He offered to walk me back to my room, I accepted and he put his arm around me and I leaned into him for support.


We arrived at my room and he took my card to unlock the door, as I tried to lean on the wall for support I slipped and ended up falling flat on my face. We were both laughing hysterically as he helped me to my feet. We looked deep into each others eyes as he brushed my hair from my face and leaned in to kiss me. Our kissing soon became more passionate and before I knew it we were laying on my bed in each others arms.


He kissed my forehead, both of my eyes, my nose, both cheeks, back to my lips, then my chin, and then my neck. He unzipped my dress and gently pulled down the straps revealing my bare breasts. He began to lick, kiss, suck and nibble at my breasts leaving no part untouched. I placed my hands on the back of his head and pushed him into my breasts as he found my nipples and began to suck them. After showing equal attention to both nipples he moved down my body and pulled my dress the rest of the way down.


He passed over my burning pussy and removed my shoes and started to kiss my toes and feet. He then kissed his way up my right leg and then went back to show the same attention to my left leg. He licked, sucked and nibbled on my inner thigh before finally removing my thong.


He placed a gentle kiss on my freshly shaven pussy and started to gently lick up and down my swollen lips. He then sucked each lip into his mouth and nibbled on them gently. His teasing was unbearable to me, my desire had grown to the point that I felt as if though I would explode if he didn’t relieve me soon. Realizing my desperation, he gently spread my lips and found my swollen clit. He had only been sucking my clit a few minutes when I exploded in his mouth.


He crawled back up and lay on top of me and we kissed as I recovered from my orgasm. As soon as I recovered I got up and started to remove his clothing. I kissed his lips and then kissed my way down his body until I reached his cock. I started by gently swirling my tongue around the head of his cock. I licked my way down his shaft until I reached his balls and I stopped to suck his balls into my mouth. I then licked my way back up the shaft and sucked just the head of his cock into my mouth as I stroked his shaft with my hand.  When I felt that I had teased him long enough I took his whole cock into my mouth and as deep into my throat as I could. I bobbed my head up and down until he stopped me.


I was positioned on all fours on the bed and he positioned himself behind me. He started rubbing his hard cock in my wet slit teasing me again. He finally gently pushed his swollen head into my pussy. Slowly he eased the rest of his cock into my pussy. He was very thick and it was painful at first so he remained still for a moment while I got used to the size. The pain soon turned to pleasure as he began to pump his cock in and out of my pussy. He started slowly and gradually picked up the pace until he was pounding my pussy and I was screaming in pleasure. He reached around and rubbed my clit while he pounded my pussy and I began to feel the tension building in my stomach and I new that my second orgasm was close. He started fucking me faster and I knew that he was close as well. I started to match his thrusts and soon he was grunting as he filled my pussy with his hot cum, sending me over the edge.


I fell onto my stomach and he lay on top of me with his cock still buried in my pussy for a few minutes while we both recovered. He then rolled off of me and came and lay beside of me. I rolled over on my side and he put his arm around me and cuddled up next to me. He was soon fast asleep and as I lay there drifting off into my own peaceful slumber I was more confused than ever.




Got pierced?

Leslie Rose on Sex Stories

Got pierced?

I have been on a natural high for weeks. Sex with Lash is raw, primitive, uninhibited. Fantasies whispered, played out, pain, pleasure, ecstasy, all melt into one. The line between reality and fantasy crosses over on levels experienced perhaps by few. We’ve been together for 17 years—I thought sex was supposed to get duller—but not with us.  I doubt an

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yone has what we have.

Desires. Happiness. Lust.  All in one. The feeling of being one. Alive and accepting of myself regardless of who I am.  I feel powerful. Finally, I know who I am and I don’t’ have to make any excuses.

It’s awesome to be a sexual goddess. I want to be fucked often and hard. I wanted my nipples sucked, pinched, pulled, bit. The more intense, the better. I want my husband to devour me to take me with reckless abandonment. I come multiple times--3, 4 times a day.  He uses nipple clips on me to heighten the pain and passion and plays with my clit skillfully. His strokes make me wild, primitive. I get on my knees—a sign that I want more intensity.  He knows this so he licks his fingers to get my asshole ready.  He doesn’t need to moisten my pussy because it’s already dripping and that’s not what he’s focusing on.  He spreads my cheeks and bows down in between my legs.  His tongue rims my asshole slowly at first, then darts into it. Slowly, rhythmically.  Lapping it up.  This is so fucking raunchy it gets me hot and wet. His teasing gets me hotter, building heat between my legs.  I come easily and want more.  I open my ass and he slips his thumb up there. I give out a soft moan, tilt my head back into his chest. He responds by sticking his two fingers into my cunt, thumb still up my ass.  Oh wow, double fucks drive me wild.  His other hand travels to my nipples, which he pinches and twists between his fingers.  The intensity brings me higher. He spreads his fingers in my cunt, like making a peace sign, widening the circles he creates inside me.  The intensity heightens and the contrast of pain and pleasure drives me wild. I buck and scream into my pillow so that the neighbors don’t hear my passionate screams.  I come again and convulse with pleasure.  Come drips out of my cunt, clit swollen and raw.  He kisses me with my come on his lips. It tastes a little sweet with a slight fishy taste to it. His tongue explores the rest of my body.  I’m ready for more. 

This is usually when fantasies kick in. This is when I want a woman with us to finger fuck me or fondle my nipples while I suck off my husband. Or vice versa. Sometimes I let him fuck her.  It’s a gift to him.  A thrill for me to trust him with another pussy.  I know how much he loves me. I know he would never leave me. I know this so much that I want him to have another woman as my gift to both of them. Lash is an excellent lover and our third deserves my husbands fat cock,  magic fingers and delectable tongue.  I know that it’s not his fantasy. He doesn’t need another pussy to fuck when he’s got mine. But I get wet thinking of watching him fuck someone else, someone who has fucked me and made me come. I want him to have the same experience—of fucking someone else. 

When I am that hot sex brings me to a higher state of mind. Among consenting adults, sex can take you to Nirvana. This is my belief. Three consenting adults. Why three? Three is my number. 

So I can’t figure out why I turned around.

We were in Oregon and free love was on my mind. We brought my vibrator, the Hitachi wand, the Rolls Royce of vibrators--clothes pins, rope, all the paraphernalia we needed to have the kind of sex we were accustomed to having at home.  I confessed to him that I had been fantasizing about piercing my nipples. I thought it looked hot. I want future lovers to know that I like to fuck hard and love having my nipples be the focus. 

We found a piercing shop, interviewed the owner, inspected for cleanliness and took the plunge. No doubts. No second thoughts. I did it. Pierced them. My husband stood by while he shoved two stainless steel bars into my large, brown, very suckable, nipples. They hurt like hell.  A pain I didn’t imagine. We walked gingerly to a bar, sat on their big comfy couches, ate nachos, drank two or three shots of tequila and I was out. Out for the count. It sedated me for my rebirth.

So why did I do it?
That’s the question I ask myself. I’m feeling less like a sexual Goddess and more like a suburban mom trying to defend her position at a PTA meeting.  I cover my nipples when I’m in the gym, I have dreams of people seeing my pierced ones and feel resigned to the shame of it.  I am hiding my nipples just as I hide my sexuality.  I am a bisexual too scared to admit it.

I’m facing in a different direction now. Not the same person I described at first. The sex is still good but I don’t want to have my nipples played with as much. I am even protective over them. I can’t quite figure out why the change in attitude.

Did I need self punishment to take me down from that high?
Am I not deserving of Nirvana?
Do I think that by exercising my power, bad things will happen…bad things will happen to my kids?  Rationally, it doesn’t make sense. But we’re not talking about intellect or the physical, or emotion, but something deeper. I deserve to go to Nirvana but I can't get out of my own way. My husband knows this about me. Knows that when things go right, I feel unworthy of my good fortune and find ways to punish myself rather than glory in my power, know my worth.

That's when Lash steps in. He knows when I need a lashing.  I like when he whips me with our hangers. I need it sometimes. Like now.  He hates when I deprive myself, or put myself down. Hates when I put limits on myself.  When I do that, he punishes me. I know I deserve it.  w I deserve it. 

Unexpected can be good

mikejb on Sex Stories

I have re-submitted this story as it seems there is no record of it being posted on this site ...
I enjoy taking time out to read the stories posted on this website by your membe
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rs and like hearing of their various sexual exploits. In fact it's good so many take the time out to put pen to paper as it were so others like me can benefit.
Of course I do sometimes wonder if some of them aren't just pure fiction, but even if they are, I nevertheless enjoy reading them and find the vast majority an extremely horny read. So much so that I thought it was maybe time I did my little bit for the website in the hope your readers will enjoy my tale as much as I have theirs.
When I sat down and started to write this event I did at first think it would be a fairly short account of what had taken place but the more I recalled events and feelings the longer the account seemed to grow...Looking back at the finished article I offer no apologies for all in all I have written it as best as I can remember. But for those of you who prefer your reading to be short, I might suggest you skip onto someone else's story.
For those others who are happy to spend time reading the events of a fellow site member. Please enjoy....and depending on the feedback I receive, I may well be tempted to let you know how things have developed since.....
First a little about myself.
My name is Lin. I am fifty years old and have been happily married to my hubby for more years than I care to remember.
As for appearance. I am 5' 3" tall, have shoulder length auburn coloured hair, hazel eyes and like to think the regular daily work outs I do have kept my body in reasonable order.
We have two girls and one son from our marriage and though they have long since flown the nest, I have to admit this tale is due in no small part to one of them.
What follows took place several months ago and since then, well let's just say a fair few drops of water have passed under the bridge. Anyway, this is what happened. I hope you are able to enjoy my little encounter.
It had been my day off work and I had planned to give the house a good spring clean after which I had a bit of shopping to do and had also to pop into the middle of town to collect some curtains my daughter had left with the dry cleaners. She had asked if I could drop them off at some point during the day.
Satisfied the house was in good enough order I drove into town, completed the shopping I needed to do then as asked, collected my daughters curtains.
Though my daughter would be at work I had a key for her house and was therefore able to let myself in.
Pulling up outside the house I saw my son in laws car was already parked up outside. He worked early shifts, often getting to work at four in the morning so I suspected he'd be somewhere in the house having an afternoon nap.
Not wanting to disturb him I let myself in as quietly as I could and closing the door behind me it was my intention to slip into the kitchen, leave the curtains in there then depart, without waking Andy up. However, as I stepped inside the kitchen I could hear the noise of the TV coming from the lounge.
I left the curtains in the kitchen then curious, I moved towards the lounge door which was slightly open. I half expected Andy to be either sat on the sofa watching an afternoon film on the TV or at the very least, curled up asleep as he often does, despite any noise the TV would offer. As I peered into the room I saw I was half right. He was indeed sat on the sofa but as my eyes connected with the screen it was glaringly obvious this was no afternoon matinee he was watching.
Instinctively my eyes skipped from the TV to the DVD player where I realised straight away this was a DVD and not a TV program he was watching.... and from the action on the screen it was one very blue movie.
My initial reaction was to smile to myself thinking how he was obviously doing this behind my daughters back and being perfectly honest, it was still my intention to slip away un-noticed and leave him to his pleasures but just at that moment movement on the sofa caught my eye and what I saw next stopped me in my tracks for it was then I noticed Andy had his shorts pulled down to his knees, his boxers halfway down his thighs and was tugging on the most gorgeous cock I had ever seen.
Now at this stage I think maybe it's best to tell you a few things about my son in law, not least of which was, if I am honest with myself, I had always had a fancy for him, probably right from the first time we were introduced.
He's a well built guy, just under six feet tall, good looking, muscular and definitely a very good catch for my daughter and over the years they had been together I will admit I have had more than my fair share of fantasies about how he might be in bed.
To be fair to myself, I put these thoughts down as being a fairly natural reaction.... you know the sort of thing.....the older woman wondering what it would be like to have some fun with a younger, good looking guy, but of course being he was my then daughters boyfriend, then later her husband, well of course these thoughts though I admit they remained, stayed just as that... thoughts...nothing more nothing less.
Now here I was witnessing something I had never witnessed before, my sexy hunk of a son in law stroking his hand up and down what I can only describe as the most beautiful beast I had ever laid eyes on.
Like I say, I should have stepped away, made my way quietly back towards the front door then left, but the fact is, watching the screen then watching his hand tugging on his cock was turning me on like never before.
As I stood watching from behind the door, Andy continued to slowly jerk off to the hot scenes on the screen and it was clear to me he was so enraptured with the movie he had no idea I was there in the house watching. Besides which, in truth he had no reason to expect me to have called over and I knew as far as he was concerned, my daughter was at work so this was all his free time......
As the action in the film hotted up I continued to watch. The guy on the screen had bent the young female over a table and was now forcing his manhood into her doggy style, moving his hips in long, languid thrusts as she voiced her approval.
I couldn't help but think of the many times I had sat and watched similar films with my hubby and of how aroused they would get us... Now here I was completely unexpectedly, doing the exact same thing except this time my arousal was tenfold for this wasn't my hubby I was with but my son in law.
I looked down, still un-noticed by Andy and watched him tug hard on that lovely hard erection and found myself imagining just how full, how much pleasure my daughter must get riding such a big cock....
Needless to say, these thoughts did little to abate my own arousal and looking down at myself I saw my hand had developed a mind of its own for without realising, it had reached up under my skirt to feel for my pussy over the skimpy pair of thongs that I'd put on that morning.
Though it was purely instinctive, I knew what I was doing was wrong but even just looking down at where my hand was and what I was inadvertently doing was turning me on and beneath my panties my pussy was throbbing and my clit had swollen to form a hard pulsating bud.
It's hard to explain quite how it was I felt at that moment. Looking back I remember a strange but overwhelming feeling of pure excitement pulsing through every nerve ending of my body.Yes it was wrong, but I managed to convince myself, no one need ever know, not even Andy because even then I assured myself it would only be a few minutes before I would slip away un-noticed. But as many of you will realise from your own experiences, even the best laid plans go awry and if I were to need proof of such a statement, this was definitely one such occasion.
At this point I saw Andy sink further back into the sofa as the guy on screen withdrew his cock from the sexy female and started to shoot his load all over the smoothness of her pert little arse.I remember thinking how sexy it looked to see the guy doing that and it was clearly too much for Andy for I heard him groan out loud and witnessed him tug even harder on his huge erection.
There will no doubt be those of you who might feel this was yet another opportunity for me to have slipped away still un-noticed, and I suppose I would have to agree you'd be right. The problem was I didn't or rather couldn't. Quite why I can't say, other than by then I was so very very aroused and instead I eased my panties to one side and pushed two fingers hard into my sopping wet pussy.
You won't be surprised to know, the effect was immediate, my body shook, my pussy spasmed and seconds later the inside of my stockinged  thighs were dripping with my own juices as my pussy erupted in a flood of cum!
I hadn't been able to stop myself. The sight of my son in law jerking off his cock while watching a blue movie was one of the most erotic things I'd ever seen in my life!
As for his manhood, it was one of the sexiest, longest and very definitely thickest cocks I'd ever seen. It had to be a good nine inches in length and so so inviting and while my hubby and I enjoy a good healthy sex life, just seeing another male erection had caused my pussy to drool like it hadn't done in years!
I remember looking back to the screen at that point to see the couple had now been joined by another male, where the blonde was now busy, eagerly sucking an extremely large black penis.
My son in law's breathing was becoming more and more laboured as his hand raced up and down his shaft!
Just seeing my son in law's reaction to what was taking place on screen was turning me on so so much. I leant against the side of the door frame and returned my attention back to my pussy by rubbing two fingers hard over my, what was by now, very erect clit which was still screaming for attention!
I closed my eyes for a second allowing the pleasure of my own caress to wash over me but this time, with my clit so so sensitive, as I touched it I let slip an audible sigh. It hadn't been intentional, far from it for I had wanted to remain un-noticed, but as soon as I had let it slip I instinctively knew Andy would have heard it!
Sure enough opening my eyes I saw he had spun his head around and right then I could see the panic in his eyes.
He immediately tried to switch off the film with one hand while at the same time tried desperately push his cock back into his boxers with the other.
I could see how flustered he was, only managing to push his cock part way back inside his boxers while failing completely to switch off the film.
His face had turned a crimson red as he tried to stammer an explanation, but it was when he finally took stock to look directly at me he noticed my right hand was beneath my skirt and that I was masturbating along with him!!!
I guess a part of me knew then, it was now or never. I knew I either turned around, closed the door and walked away or I took charge of a situation that I must confess, I had often wondered about. In the end the decision was made for me for I was far too horny to make any other choice than the one I did.
I looked straight at him and ran my tongue over my lips as seductively as I could then told him.
"Don't put it away Andy. I want to see it! I want to see your fist wrapped around it! Go on Andy! Do that for me and I promise I will show you my pussy!!!"
 I could sense he was still not exactly sure what to do so I moved away from the door and made my way towards where he was sitting. He watched in wide eyed wonder as I moved closer.
I stood right in front of the sofa, looking him in the eye as I slid a hand back under my skirt and in through the side of the black panties I had put on that morning.
At this stage he couldn't see anything, just the fact my hand was beneath my skirt, but I knew his imagination would be working overtime.
I smiled down at him and began to rub my pussy in earnest. I was feeling pretty damned horny by then as you might imagine and looking down at the tent that had formed inside his briefs was getting me hornier than ever. I pressed my lips together let the occasional "Mmmmm!" escape.
I saw Andy reach for his cock and start to thumb himself over those briefs of his and I sensed then I had him just where I wanted him.
Quite what had got into me that day or where I was getting the courage to do this in front of him from, I had no idea. I had certainly never done anything like this before and he was after all my son in law, or more to the point, my daughter's husband, but the atmosphere was such, none of that seemed to matter and at that moment it just seemed the right thing to do.
With his hand now gripping his shaft firmly over his briefs I lifted my skirt to show him my panty clad pussy complete with my right hand down the front of the material.
His eyes lit up as I moved my hand up and down and though I knew he wouldn't be able to see through the black lace material, it was clear, what I was doing was more than enough to stir his imagination.
I don't think I have ever been so bloody horny and just seeing his fist wrapped around that tent pole was enough to make me want more.
"Show me Andy! Pull it back out," I told him. "I want to see you jerking that gorgeous cock off for me!!!"
Regaining his senses and realizing that this was an offer unlikely to be repeated, he reached inside his briefs and extracted his still, steel hard organ for my hungry eyes to feast on.
I moved closer still, wanting to make the most of it and throwing caution and good sense to the four winds, dropped to my knees right in front of where he was fisting his lovely big erection.
Again I licked my lips. It was such a turn on for me to watch a guy fisting his cock like this and I wanted more.
"Go on Andy! I want you to show me how you wank that cock!" I purred at him and as I did so I placed my hand over his encouraging him to move his up and down.
As both his and my hand slid down his shaft, so he drew back his foreskin to reveal the most delicious purple knob I had ever seen, that right then was covered in precum.... I couldn't resist. I leaned closer to flick at his helmet with the tip of my tongue causing him to groan with delight.
I leaned away once more an smiled up at him.
"Hmmm you taste sooo nice Andy! Go on! Show Lindy how you were wanking off to this film!"
I leaned further back on my haunches now and glanced towards the screen where the female was now really working hard on the coloured guys cock, deep throating him as her head bobbed up and down. Andy's eyes followed mine so he too was taking in what she was doing, his hand reacting accordingly and I noticed how he was giving his shaft long, lascivious strokes up and down as if in time to the woman on screen. 
"That's it Andy. Look at her. Just look at how she seems to be enjoying that big black cock! Hmmmm! I bet right now you wish someone was doing that to yours don't you? Hmmmm! Who are you imagining doing that Andy? Is it her Andy? Can you can picture those sexy lips of hers wrapped around your knob." I teased, adding, "Or is it my daughter? Is that what Simone does for you Andy? Does she like to suck on your cock?"
It didn't take much for me to realise my words were getting to him cos right then Andy looked away from the screen and directly into my eyes. I could see the lust almost burning in them......
"Hmmmm! What's this Andy! If not the blonde, or Simone then who?" I asked.
He didn't answer...just groaned and if I am honest his reaction had my pussy throbbing.
"Oh God Andy! Don't tell me it's me you want doing it to you? Not your dirty little Mother in law?"
"Shit Lin stop !" he cried, his hand still moving up and down his shaft.
I remember smiling at him as I said, "Oh Andy it is isn't it? You want Lindy to suck you off don't you? Just like that blonde's doing to that big black dick?"
I was so turned on by the idea of him wanting me I reached forward and uncurling his fingers, removed his hand replacing it with my own. In comparison my fingers looked so small as I wrapped them around his girth.
I started to ease my own hand up and down.
"How does this feel Andy? How does it feel to have your horny Mum in law wank you off?"
He groaned out loud as my hand slid down to his balls where my fingers cupped at them.
"Christ Lin! You don't know how good!" he murmured.
As nervous as I was I admit it felt so damned good, his thick meaty cock held in my hand.
I leant forward and  my fingers lowered to tease at his balls I closed my lips over his helmet. I heard him groan out loud which I took as further encouragement to continue with what I was doing. I started to swirl my tongue around and around his knob and felt his hands push down on my head wanting to force more of his cock into my mouth.
I remember thinking to myself how awful I was being, not to my son in law, but to my hubby who until this moment I had never cheated on before, but the simple truth was, here I was sucking on the biggest cock I had ever had the pleasure of holding. The fact it was my son in law's merely added to my arousal.
There was no denying, Andy was certainly much bigger than my hubby and though what I was doing was so wrong, I have to admit it felt so so good having such a big cock filling my mouth.
I continued to slide my lips up and down his length as he in turn grew more and more aroused.
A few minutes later I lifted my head and looked up into his eyes. I could see him looking down at me and it was clear from the look in his eyes he didn't want me to stop.
"How is that for you Andy? Is Lindy as good as her daughter?"
"Oh God yes!" he moaned at me.
I leant forward again, this time running the tip of my tongue up along the underside of his shaft until it reached the ridge of his purple helmet where again I closed my lips over it to swirl my tongue around and around. His groans of pleasure were so much louder now and as wrong as it was it felt so so good to experience the taste and feel of another guys cock after all these years of marriage.
When I pulled away from him for a second time and again looked up into his lust filled eyes, I knew then I should have walked away from this situation when I'd been stood at the door. Now it was too late. Now the plain fact was any ideas I had about getting up and leaving had long been surpassed by my need for something more. Son in law or not, by then I knew I just had to have that cock inside me.
I let go of his erection then got to my feet standing just in front of him. The sight of that inviting erection was causing my pussy to flood with juices.
He was still sat back on the sofa, his eyes watching me as first I lifted a foot onto the arm of the couch then used my right hand to ease the hem of my skirt higher up over my thigh to expose my stocking tops and panties to his gaze. I could see in his eyes just what these moves were doing for his imagination, especially when he saw me slip a hand back inside the lacy black panties of mine.
I started to finger myself once more and could feel how slick my pussy was. I am sure I was hornier then than at any time in my life.
"Christ Lin! You are so damn sexy!" he told me.
I grinned, pleased to hear that kind of talk from him.
"Do you think so Andy?" I teased.
"Damn right I do!"
"Well you're not so bad yourself big boy!" I told him, my eyes casting over that shapely erection of his, then adding, "So maybe my sexy son in law would like to do me a favour?"
"And just what might that be?" he replied.
Quite where I got the courage to say what I said next I've no idea for while I would never lay claim to being prudish in any way, this however was a whole new me. I had never acted like this before in my life. Looking back though, I can assure you I have no regrets.
"Pussy is so so horny Andy. All your doing I might add! And right now, more than anything else, it's crying out to be licked and sucked. So how about you do that for me? How about you see to pussy with those lips of yours and make me cum?"
I don't know who was the more shocked. Me for saying what I had or Andy for getting such an invitation.
Looking down at him I took note of his eye movement, watching as they moved from my eyes to my pussy then back to my eyes again as he groaned, "Oh Christ Lin! You don't know how much I'd love that!!!"
In truth I never expected any other answer from him for by then he was every bit, if not more, as aroused as I was.
Taking the initiative I slid my foot from where I had placed it moments before, down onto the cushion alongside him then, putting my weight on that foot, stepped up onto the sofa til I was stood eitherside of his body, my skirt still raised, my hand still down inside my panties. I moved forward, towards the back of the sofa to stifle his groan as I pressed my panty clad pussy onto his lips and face.
If even a few hours earlier, someone had told me I was capable of doing such a thing I would have vehemently denied it, yet there I was that Tuesday afternoon, stood astride my son in law on HIS sofa, like some dirty little bitch, rubbing my horny pussy up and down over his lips and face, urging him on to bring me off.
I'm sure there will be those of you reading this who might be thinking to yourself I ought to have known better being that much older than my son in law.  Even now, looking back I daresay I can offer little to argue against that opinion only to say it had never been my intention for any of this to have happened. But what I would ask is you to do is try and put yourself in my position and to realise just how erotic the atmosphere was by then....The film...the sight of him stroking his cock.... the fact we were alone.....the fact my daughter was out at work and so were likely to remain undisturbed... they all played a part that afternoon..... plus a part of me knew I wasn't entirely to blame.
As for my son in law, it was clear he was enjoying this experience as much as I was for it seemed my wet pussy was like a magnet to his tongue! The attention he was giving it suggested he didn't care in the least this was his Mother in law's pussy he was dining on.
For my part, when you have been married as long as I have and therefore used to the one partner, it's difficult not to form comparisons and it didn't take long for me to realise he had so much more to offer with that tongue of his than my hubby did for he seemed to know all the right buttons to press.
As he nuzzled into my pussy I held him there, using both my hands around the back of his head, his tongue sliding up and down my slit. God it felt so so good and as much as my body was screaming out for release, another part of me wanted him to take his time...wanted his mouth and tongue to roam, I wanted to savour this new found experience for as long as I possibly could!
The reality was, I was in heaven.....and again ask you girls out there to put yourself in my place. A fifty year old woman in a completely unplanned situation, getting it off with her young hunk of a son in law. Right then nothing else in the world seemed to matter, just him and me. So much so that even now, in the cold light of day, looking back I believe had anyone walked into the room at that moment, I would not have been able to have stopped what we were doing even if I'd wanted to and believe me, the feel of his tongue and lips on my pussy right then was not something I wanted to end.
I took a firmer grip of his head, pushed him back against the sofa and looked down into his eyes.
"That feels sooo good Andy!" I told him, then through gritted teeth growled, "Now do me some more! Suck on my clit and make me cum!"
His initial nerves, where he'd seen me enter the room as he'd been sat on the sofa, had long gone and he responded to my command immediately, using his tongue to work it's magic all over my erect little love button as his strong hands pushed up behind under my skirt where his fingers kneaded forcefully into the cheeks of my arse.
And yes! For those of you who are wondering. Yes I was still making comparisons and yes I did have feelings of guilt wash over me but right then, stood as I was on that sofa with him tormenting my pussy the way he was, nothing else in this world seemed to matter and those guilty thoughts were all too soon outweighed by the pleasure I was receiving.
The effect of him using his hands to pull me forward onto his lips was amazing and as I ground down hard into his lips my pussy erupted into his mouth, the orgasm gripping and shaking my body until I felt I was about to collapse.
I can't remember ever having cum so hard before, all I knew was it felt so damned good.
My legs just gave way like they were jelly and I slumped down onto his body leaving a trail of my juices all down his bared chest.
I sat there for a few moments trying to regain some composure and some strength back into my legs. It was about then his cock twitched beneath me and I realised the cause of sliding down onto his lap for I could feel his massive cock digging into the lace fabric of my panties.
I lifted my head slightly and found myself looking straight into his eyes at which point his cock gave another involuntary twitch. The movement seemed to act like a signal for we both moved our lips towards one another and a split second later I was being crushed tightly in his arms as we enjoyed one of the most sexually explicit and erotic kisses I have ever had the pleasure of receiving.
Our lips seemed to melt together and within moments we were both eagerly seeking out one another mouth's with our tongues. At times it was more like they were fighting...competing for the right to sink deeper into the other's mouth while at others he would be kissing my eyes......It felt so so good.
I pushed a hand around the back of his head not wanting the embrace to end.
I should point out at this point, my hubby is one of those guys who really does know how to kiss....but even his kisses paled into insignificance with how Andy was kissing me.
Our heads were now twisting this way then that as the embrace grew in passion. It was almost animal like in its ferocity as we both sought control, neither of us wanting it to end..... which was fine by me cos I could already feel pussy growing more and more aroused by the second.
Finally though we did break free of one another's lips where for the first time I realised as we'd been kissing, so I had instinctively been moving my body up and down against his horny, thick cock to the point it was now digging into me like a thick metal shaft.
I looked at him and he looked at me where I think it was fair to say at that moment we both recognised the inevitable, that he was going to Fuck me...but more to the point that I was willingly going to let him.
I rolled to one side then stood where Andy looked on as I reached up under my skirt to remove my sopping wet panties.
At first it was my intention to simply  toss them onto the floor but then changing my mind, instead I threw them onto his lap where they hung up on his huge erect cock. It was as if by doing this I was making a statement... that my panties were his trophy and that my discarding them in this fashion was my way of telling him it was time for him to collect his prize.
I held out my hands as he smiled up at me.
"Come on Andy!" I beckoned. "We both know what it is you want!"
He held out his hands towards mine which allowed me to guide him to his feet where the two of us stood facing one another.
Looking back I can recall how surreal the situation really was. Mother in law and son in law together, the two of us clearly still unsure about quite what was happening between us, yet at the same time, both of us knowing what it was our bodies wanted.
He stepped closer and took me in his arms again where we kissed, yet more of the passion we had shared on the sofa, this time a more leisurely, slow, lingering snog, the kind of kiss you maybe experience on your first teenage date.... well that's how it felt to me at the time. I just know right then my hunger for him was intense.
Anyway, there I was....fifty plus years of age and as much as it should have shamed me to say it, the plain fact was I couldn't get enough of him. It was heaven and as his arms encircled my body so I responded, curling my hands up behind his back where our lips melded together and our heads began to twist and turn as our tongues again fought for advantage.
It was quite some time before we broke free of one another and as we both surfaced for air, it was to feel his hands slide down along the backs of my thighs and to feel him lift my body effortlessly into his arms as if I weighed no more than a feather.
He held me like that, my legs curled around his body as he walked me backwards til he had me trapped, his body pressing mine up against the wall. He forced his tongue back into my willing mouth  I remember hearing my own moans and groans of pleasure as he pinned me there, his lips kissing  mine. It was so bloody erotic and when he started to rock from his hips it felt so good to feel his swollen cock pushing against my pussy. I wanted him more than ever..and he knew it.
"Ohhh God! Please Andy!" I heard myself say.
His lips slid towards my ear where he whispered, "Please what Lin? What is it you're asking?"
He knew full well what it was I wanted and I told him as much.
"You know damn well what!" I gasped.
"No Lin, I don't!" he replied.
I wrapped myself even more tightly around his body pressing my pussy lips hard against his raging erection and even though I knew he was teasing me I wanted him left in no doubt.
"You do know Andy!" I said as my lips kissed at his neck.
"Well maybe I do." he told me. "But I want to hear it from you, just so there's no mistake Lin! So tell me exactly what it is you want."
I groaned as his cock rubbed along my pussy once more, teasing the hell out of me. I pressed my lips close to his ear and moaned.
"I want you Andy! I want you to make love to me!"
At this point he released one of his hands from my thigh and still supporting me with his other hand his slid his now free hand to the back of my head where his fingers combed into my hair. He used it to tug my head lightly backwards forcing me to look directly into his eyes.
"I don't think so Lin! Say what it is you really mean! Say the "F" word cos I want you to talk as dirty as you act!"
I didn't know what it was that was getting into me that day but the thought of talking dirty to him sent shivers running up and down my spine. It was not something I had ever done before but it was an idea I found more than a little exciting, especially given this was my son in law doing the asking.
I leant forward ever so lightly and ran the tip of my tongue over his lips.
"If that's what you want Andy...fine!" I moaned. I turned my head to look towards the screen. The film was still running. The girl was on her back, on the top of a table, on the receiving end of the coloured guys cock.
"I want you to Fuck me Andy! Is that what you want to hear?" I demanded to know.
"Oh God yes!" he groaned back, pressing into my body even harder.
"Look at her Andy!" I continued, my eyes still on the screen. "Look how good and hard she's getting laid! It's time you did the same for me Andy! I want you to shove this big fat prick of yours into my cunt and give your Mother in law a good hard Shagging!"
Without so much as another word he let go of my hair, took a hold of my thighs then pressed me harder against the wall where as his lips pressed over mine, so his helmet started to prise open my pussy lips.
Down below it seemed as if my words of encouragement had had the desired effect for I felt his cock give a violent twitch. Indeed, it was as if his cock had a mind of its own for without any guidance from either of us, as he began to move his hips so I felt the head of his cock pushing me open. Then suddenly he was in me. Only the head yes! But ohhh it felt so so good.
"Christ Andy! You're big! So bloody big!" I gasped.
He didn't answer, instead pushed again causing me to wrap my arms tightly around his shoulders as he sunk himself deeper inside my hot, willing pussy.
Instinctively, using my hands to push against his shoulders I lifted my body upwards then lowered myself further down onto his enormous thick shaft.
"Ohhh Yes baby! That feels sooooo good!" I gasped. "Do me Andy! Do your dirty little Mum in law good and hard!"
He didn't need telling a second time. He thrust into me hard and I remember burying my lips into his neck in order to stifle the scream of sheer pleasure as he forced me hard back against the wall. He eased back then thrust again, every bit as hard as the first time, this time sinking his full length and size into my throbbing pussy. I could feel him stretching me. I had never felt so full.
"Ohh Christ Andy! Harder! I want it hard!" I almost sobbed.
It's hard to describe the next few minutes. His long deep thrusts were relentless as he pinned me there to the wall, Fucking me for all he was worth. I know I screamed, loud enough I am sure for the neighbours to have heard but I didn't care. It felt so right letting him know just how good he was for me.
Twice he made me cum and after the second time he lowered me to the floor and Fucked me missionary with my legs willingly wrapped firmly around his body until he had made me cum for him again...
I remember him easing out of me, looking down into my eyes and how empty I felt inside as he withdrew his cock. But if I thought he was finished with me I was wrong for he rolled me over onto my tummy, lifted me up so I was on my knees, then raising my skirt high up over my waist, proceeded to screw me from behind like I was a bitch on heat.
It was another hour before I set off for home that afternoon. An hour spent getting laid in almost every position much so that later that night, for the first time I can recall.. I had to roll away from hubby's advances in bed believing he was sure to have found out something was wrong had he gotten anywhere near my pussy...
The whole situation that afternoon could and maybe should have stayed as a one off event, but I am ashamed to say that's not how it happened. That afternoon of pleasure had given me a taste for my son in law's cock, one I knew I was never going to be able to forget...... I knew without question it was only going to be a matter of time before we would need one another again....

Late Night Gospel Study

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Late Night Gospel Study

Adrian Krag

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The sermon that morning had been about obedience, and how doing what you were commanded to do took precedence over the commandments.  It was controversial and the after service coffee gathering would be filled with discussion.  The reverend Spillbacks had tried to make the sermon sound generic, referring to the story of Abraham’s almost murder of his son by commandment, Joseph not exposing Mary as a whore despite the religious laws, and several other cases where people violated the commandments when they were instructed to do so by religious teachers.  Although directed to the entire congregation, Spillbacks wanted one person in particular to hear the sermon; Jennifer Barlow, a very religious woman who attempted to have child like faith that made her seem almost moronic.


He made his way through the well wishers drinking coffee and chatting about the implications of that morning’s sermon, careful not to become too involved in any particular conversation.  He knew Jennifer would be in the group and would not hurry home, but wanted to make certain he talked to her.  It was a delicate balancing act of wanting to seem extremely interested in conversations without actually getting involved or staying too long with any particular group.  He felt a tug on his arm; someone grabbed him just above the elbow.  “Oh hello Mrs. Cuddle” he said turning to see the handsome woman in her early thirties looking up at him.  “Reverend Spillbacks,” she said looking up at him, “I want to thank you for coming to my home to minister to us last week.  I so want to thank you for the blessing you gave me.  My husband and I were wondering if you might come for a late supper on Tuesday.”  The Reverend knew that her husband would not be present.  He had begun visiting the Cuddle family about six months ago.  The husband and wife were unofficially separated with “irreconcilable differences.”  The man traveled a lot with work, and she was often left alone.  The almost constant separation resulted in the wife being left alone for long periods without male companionship which had caused a strain on their relationship.  The reverend’s visits had been under the guise of encouraging reconciliation and had done much to reduce the source of conflict.  He had met almost exclusively with the wife on a weekly basis for bible study, prayer, and as she put it ministering to her needs as a woman.  “Of course, about ” he said taking her hand.  “Go with God, sister.” 


He turned right to avoid Cassandra, but not in time.  She had seen him and was making her way toward him.  She wanted to make certain that he would be available for their weekly prayer session.  He had told her that confirmation was not necessary and it was best to keep their meetings confidential to avoid becoming the subject of the gossip that went through a small church group, but her needs were strong and her confidence was not.  It seemed she needed the constant reassurance that he would be there for her when she needed support.  As she got close, he made eye contact and mouthed “Wednesday after school.”  She had winked, and smiled at him.  She was deeply grateful for his help and support and thought they were being so clever keeping a secret from everyone else in the world.


She had come to him almost a year ago when he first accepted the ministry and moved to this small community.  She had been an average student but lately her grades were shipping.  She had come racked with guilt and needed to confess her sins to someone.  She was now almost fifteen, but when she had hit puberty, she had been hit with a flood of emotions and lust that she didn’t understand.  She had begun staring at boys, having sexual dreams.  A year later, she had started masturbating, and could not stop.  She had hoped he would tell her it was not a serious sin and she should not worry about it.  He had done just the opposite and condemned her not only for fornication, but also for pride, and deceit lying both to God and herself.  He had quoted her scriptures – about a man committing adultery in his heart, being worse than if he commit it in the flesh.  “It is better that a man spill his seed in the belly of a whore than on the sand of the sea” he had quoted proverbs to her. He had made the case that the sex drive in men was so much stronger, than in women and since all men could only have sex with the permission of women, it was doubly difficult for men, but it was what God expected of them.  God certainly expected more of her; he had made her cry. 


He told her she had to stop her sinfulness, and week after week she had come back to him tearfully complaining that she had tried to exercise control, but she could not.  Each week she had resolved never to do ‘it’ again.  Finally he told her that it would be better for her to start having intercourse to satisfy her desires than to continue committing this most abominable sin.  She must find a man, who was strong enough in the Gospel.  A man who could have intercourse with her without submitting to the temptation of desire and lust, or she would be causing another person to commit sin and possibly loose his soul; she would not want that on her conscience.  With Bible study he had shown her that a woman’s place was to be obedient and submissive to the man who took her.


She was more concerned about more practical matters, worldly things he had called them, – humiliation that came from pregnancy, sexually transmitted diseases, or just someone at school finding out.  Marriage was the answer, but she wanted a college, career, and more fun before she made that commitment and she didn’t even know anyone that she would be suitable.


Finally when she was desperate enough, he had agreed to help her himself.  The first session had been exquisite.  He had invited her to come in a couple days before her period started, knowing that would be when she was most vulnerable.  They had drank tea, and prayed together.  He had asked her to commit before God that she was willing to give herself to him completely.  If he were going to help save her immortal soul, he wanted assurance that she would give up masturbating, and never fornicate with anyone else.  She had promised on her life and begged him to save her. 


All of the sessions with her had been wonderful, and he had loved making her cum, but the first session was never far from his mind.  They had prayed, and then he had led her to the bedroom and ordered her to undress.  She had been shy and uncomfortable, with tears streaking her face as she stood naked before him and he had rebuked her for pride and told her to humble herself before God, then he had laid her on the bed and showed her how to hold her legs open for him.  He had looked at her swollen wet pussy with satisfaction, knowing her body was eager for her first real fucking, even if she were not.  He took off his robe and lay on top of her bringing his penis up to her slit.  She had panicked when she had seen his erection and he had to force her to lie still telling her if she didn’t lie quietly it would hurt her.  He told her to pray and ask God to help her open her pussy, and to make her humble so she might submit completely so she wouldn’t have to be forced.  He had lain on top of her and begun by sliding his cock along her slit stimulating her clit while he rubbed her budding tits. 


“It’s ok to masturbate while I’m fucking you if you wish” he had offered.  She shook her head, being to shy, but he held her chin and kissed her pushing his tongue between her lips.  Then he guided her hand between them to her mound.  She gasped when she touched his penis.


“Please” she said.  “It’s too big; I don’t want to do this.  I think I want to find someone smaller – maybe a boy my own age.”  Tears were leaking from her eyes and her lower lip quivered but more was leaking from her pussy.


“It’s too late for that now.  You made a commitment, and I’m going to fuck you.  If I have to force you it will be painful” he threatened.  He pressed his chest down against her breasts making it harder for her to squirm and moved his hips back.  “It will be easier if you’re aroused.  Rub the end of my penis against your clitoris.” 


She did as he commanded her and he began making very tiny thrusts sliding his cock through her hand and pressing the head against her inner lips and tiny button.  That drove her wild.  Her sex drive was obviously a lot stronger than her other emotions even fear, and he knew she would come around with the proper motivation.  She moved her other hand down to her genitals to hold her lips open so he could get at her.  She had learned a lot about how her body worked from masturbating.


“It’s time” he said.  “Move my cock down to your hole; I’m going to fuck you.”


“I’m scared” she cried.  “I’m too small; I don’t think it will go in.”


“Stop crying and do as you’re told” he commanded.  He felt her hips rolling upward as she pulled her knees up and spread her legs.  She pushed his penis downward and he moved his hips to bring his manhood forward and between her lips and into her.  As the rim of his glans pushed into her, she gasped and threw her arm around his shoulders spreading her lips open with the other hand.  She had never imagined the intensity of the sensation; partly the feeling of being stretched open, partly the feeling of being rubbed just inside her vagina.  He stopped an inch or so inside her and began short pumping.  Each thrust only touching the hymen.


The sensation was driving her crazy.  He lifted off her, supporting himself with his left hand against the bed and grabbing her left leg with his right hand just above the knee and lifted her slightly.   She was almost there with one arm around his neck and rubbing her pussy with her fingers of the other hand.  She was panting and kicking her feet.


Young girls were always so much special because it was all so new to them.  As her body started throbbing with her orgasm, he pushed his cock the rest of the way into her popping her cherry.  She screamed and dug her fingers into his shoulder as she slammed her head back against the bed.  The shock, mixed with the pain of having her hymen torn all in the middle of the orgasm had overwhelmed her.  She wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled her ass up as far as his cock and her small vagina would allow and she froze there, not even breathing as the orgasm concluded.


He smiled at her; “You are an incredible woman” he said lowering her to the bed as she began trying to catch her breath. 


He had fucked her for almost two months before he had her stretched open enough to allow himself to pump her hard enough for him to cum in her.  It had been worth it.  She came to him every Wednesday now and lay on her back, or got on her knees or bent over the corner of the bed for him.  He had eaten her and sucked her nipples.  Her grades had improved and she was taking honors classes.  She had been hoping to get into the local junior college, and now her parents were planning for an Ivy League school and counting on a scholarship.  She had gone out for women’s basket ball and started taking aerobics classes.  He had watched her body develop and his constant sucking her had shaped her nipples.  Even her tiny little clit was growing with the constant attention he gave it. 


She said God was blessing her for being obedient.  Well, possibly, or maybe with getting her hormones under control she was able to develop the concentration needed to really excel in her situation.


“Hello, Mrs. Barlow” he began.  “What did you think of the sermon?”


“Please reverend, call me Jennifer.  Now that my husband is gone, ‘Mrs.’ sounds so… so in appropriate” she requested accepting his extended hand.  “I understand so very little of religious doctrine but I did enjoy your delivery.”

“Possibly you should start a program of gospel study” he suggested.  “This is a time of new beginnings for you, and I would love to see you take your spiritual development seriously.”


“I have tried to read my Bible, but don’t understand what I read and I usually fall asleep” she confessed sheepishly.


“Possibly I could help” he offered.  “Maybe we could study together, at least to help get you started.”


“Thank you reverend, but I could not possibly horde your time that way” she apologized.


“My purpose is to look after the spiritual life of the members of this church.  Nothing I could do would be more important than helping you develop spiritually.  I usually study on Sunday evenings, but I could be available whenever your schedule permits, I would love to help if I can.”  He was trying not to sound too eager, but his desire was rising to the surface.  If he got an appointment with her he would excuse himself immediately, to avoid making a fool of himself.


“Thank you reverend and tonight would be as good a time as any.  Do you want me to come to the church?” she asked.


“I actually have a call on the east side of town this afternoon.  I could come by your place say about eight and we could start our program.”  He said smiling.


She thanked him; they always thanked him.  If she only knew what he was going to do to her?  He felt a hand on his shoulder and turned to see Bob Ulrich with his hand out.  “I really enjoyed your sermon this morning” he said.  “I wonder if I my wife and I might have a bit of your time this afternoon.  We are having difficulties, and we thought we should speak to you.  Marital problems and we think some spiritual guidance might help.”


“Certainly Bob; come by the parsonage this afternoon, say ?” reverend Spillbacks answered as he slapped the man on the shoulder.  He was not certain what that was all about, but usually if it was a man and his wife wanted to talk to him it was something he was very interested in, especially considering his interest in the wife who was a small dark hair woman who was very easy to look at.


By the time the coffee talk was over, and the congregation had finally filed out of the church, it was nearly .  He usually masturbated after everyone finally left, but decided not to just in case things went well with Jennifer that evening.  When he had first arrived in this sleepy little Midwest town, and did not know anyone he had jacked off twice a day, usually everyday, however, now that he had half a dozen of the women opening for him regularly, and several others opening up occasionally he had almost completely given that up.  Except Sundays; Sunday had been his day to be alone, but not today.  The thought of Jennifer gave him a warm sensation in his groin as he felt his penis begin to respond.


He was just finishing a light lunch when he heard a knock at the door.  Mrs. Ulrich was a small woman, barely five feet and probably not one hundred pounds.  Her husband was almost six feet and maybe or .  He invited them into his study and could not help smile at the thought of the big man fucking the little woman.  She would be completely helpless under him and probably would have a difficult time with the size of his penis.


“I’ve just made some tea” the reverend said filling small Chinese cups for the couple.  If there was one characteristic of the people in this small town that exceeded their gullibility, it was their politeness.  They would drink the tea he offered whether they wanted it or not.  He knew it tasted terrible, but they would say nothing, and swallow it even if they had to hold their noses to do so.  It had begun as tea, but he had laced it with testosterone, ground up Viagra and concentrated ginseng root.  In fifteen minutes, they would both be randy as hell, and Mr. Ulrich would have a hard on that could be used as a crow bar to pry her open if he had to.  He doubted that would be necessary as the testosterone and ginseng worked on women as well.  His experience and personal philosophy stated that almost all marital problems could be solved with a good fucking and this little cocktail could usually do the trick.


Seated side by side on the couch in front of him, they began with a short prayer.  Barely waiting for the echo of Amen to die out, the wife began explaining that her husband was not satisfying her.  He was having a difficult time getting hard, and when he did make love to her he seldom lasted long enough for her to cum.  The husband sat mortified besides her staring at his shoes as she went on.  Clearly her size was not an indication of her influence in the relationship, and her dominance was humiliating to her husband.  She went on and on explaining how he had trouble staying hard and how he never seemed to initiate things and she always had to tell him what to do.


“Excuse me” Spillbacks interrupted turning to the big man.  “How do you feel about all this?”


“Well, she’s right” he mumbled looking down at his hands.  “I guess I’m just getting old.”


“I’ve made him take Viagra” his wife interrupted.  “I took him to see Doctor Kendal personally, and I watched him swallow the pills, but it didn’t help much.  We’ve been married for five years, and if he can’t do better than this, I just don’t know if I can stay with this.  I think maybe he’s gay or ….” She paused swallowing hard as tears overflowed down her eyes.  “Or, he’s having an affair.”


Spillbacks held up his hand to silence her, and addressed her husband.  “Possibly I should speak to each of you individually first” he said.  “Mr. Ulrich would you wait in the outer room?” he said as he rose and opened the door.  He had not wanted the wife to have a chance to offer any objection, and it had worked.  The big man was walking out the door before she got her mouth open to object.


“Mrs. Ulrich, do you love your husband?” the reverend asked.


“’Do I love him?’  What kind of a question is that; if you had any idea how much I do for that man…” she was waving her arms wildly to make her point.  Spillbacks move to her side on the couch, and gently pressed the tips of his fingers to her lips to silence her.


“I didn’t ask what you did for him” he began quietly, “I asked how you feel about him.  Do you feel love for him – do you care about his immortal soul.”


The words had hit their mark and transformed her.  She was staring at her hands fidgeting with her ring.  “I do love him reverend.  It’s why I could never leave him, but I just don’t think I can live without intimacy.  I guess I’m not a very good Christian woman, but I need it.”  Tears were filling her eyes.  “I’m sorry” she continued, “but I need it.”


“Mrs. Ulrich, he needs it too.  Probably more than you do.”  The reverends voice was soft and they could hear the big man pacing in the hall.  “You’re a very beautiful woman.  If he sticks his cock into that beautiful body of yours, and doesn’t stay hard, there is something really wrong, and no mater how unsatisfying it is for you, I assure you it is worse for him.  It shouldn’t be; I can’t imagine how mounting you could be anything other than absolute bliss.  He is not enjoying sex, and until he does, we have nowhere to go.”


Her face had turned bright red, but she was squirming on the couch, embarrassment mixed with arousal.  He put his arm around her and stroked her shoulder.  “How much are you willing to do to save your marriage?” he asked.


“I’ll do anything, reverend; I have always been the one who has given.  You have no idea…”  He pressed his fingers to her lips again to silence her.  She looked down embarrassed, but began to realize what the reverend wanted her to change.


“For the next six months, I want you to stop initiating sex” he said.


“If I don’t initiate…” she began, but again he silenced her gently.


“If he wants to save your marriage, he will initiate.  He’s going to fuck you, whenever he wants, wherever he wants and for as long or short as he wants.  You’re going to let him put you into whatever position he wants, and you’re going to be quiet while he fucks you.  You can moan, you can grunt, and you can scream, but you’re not to say a word of complaint, while he’s doing you.”  He was being intentionally crude, and it had the desired effect.  Her mouth opened, her face reddened and a look of shock filled her eyes, but he also noticed her knees were moving like butterfly wings.  “Most of all, you are to tell him you like it, and you are to be obedient to whatever he wants.”


“Reverend, that will take all the romance out of our relationship. Love making will become animal lust.”  She said it as a complaint, but the way the words came out they indicated that she was less disgusted than she had intended.  The animal lust was calling to her.


“You can have romance at dinner.  You can love each other as you go for walks, or watch the sunset.  You can love each other when you fall asleep in each others arms.  When he fucks you, you are going to be his ‘bitch’” Spillbacks told her.  Shock mixed with horror was on her face.  “For the next six months we are going to encourage him enjoy you.  You are never going to refuse.  Every time you refuse, we are going to extend the duration by two months.  If you don’t figure out how to be obedient quickly, you are going to be a sex slave for a long time.”


“I couldn’t possibly enjoy love making like… that” she was adamant, but her voice betrayed her.


“If you want him to act like a man, the first thing we have to do is make certain he ‘enjoys’ it.”  Spillbacks paused but continued before she could interrupt.  “I only have one question – do you want to save your marriage?”


The question silenced her protests.  The crudeness of what he had said shocked her, but she loved her husband and the fear of loosing him was stronger.  “This is tough love. I know that” he said.  “I want to talk to you husband now.  I want you to wait in the living room.  While you are waiting, I want you to take off your bra and panties so you are naked under your dress.”  He stood up opened the door and called to her husband before she could protest.


“Please, Mr. Ulrich, have a seat.”  The reverend motioned him to the couch as he continued to look after his wife, and then the closed door after she left.  The expression on his face showed his concern for her.  She had been shaken by what the minister had said, and now it was his turn.  “Do you love your wife?” Spillbacks asked.


“Yes reverend, very much” the big man replied.


“Have you been having an affair?” the minister continued the interrogation.


“No sir, I have never done anything like that, I swear” the man said defensively.


“I am sure you haven’t” the minister assured him.  “However, your wife has the misinformed notion, that a man has limited sexual energy and if he is not fucking her, it is because he is fucking someone else.  As a result, I think your wife suspects you have a mistress.  This is ridicules as libido doesn’t work that way.  Low enthusiasm for sex comes from boredom, not exhaustion.  Usually if a man or woman for that matter has an extramarital affair, it increases the interest in sex, and intimacy with their partner increases.  In your situation it might be better if you had some extramarital activity.”


“Reverend, that would be sinful” Ulrich was shocked.


“Sin is taken much too seriously” the reverend replied.  “Sins are forgiven everyday, but if you marriage fails it will be far more serious, and your marriage is in trouble.  Your wife is entitled to sex, and lots of it.  You promised to fuck her when you married her and sex is necessary for her health both physically and mentally, and you have not been providing it.  If you want to keep your marriage, you had better do something to change that.”


“Well… well, reverend, the mood…”  Ulrich was struggling to get the words out; embarrassment mixed with astonishment had tied a knot in his tongue.


“She’s a beautiful woman, she is in good shape, and you should be fucking her at least twice a week.  I don’t care about your mood, I don’t care if you want to or not.  I don’t even care if she wants to and neither should you.  You open her legs and shove your meat into her and keep it there until you have filled her.  What do you think your marriage commitment was all about?  You start fucking her regularly, or she’ll be looking to get her pussy serviced somewhere else, and I won’t blame her.”  The reverend was stern leaving no room for argument.  “What’s the matter, don’t you think her tits are big enough or something?”


“Ahh….Ah no, her tits… I mean breasts are fine.”  Mr. Ulrich was flustered by the directness and possibly by the obvious erection he was developing.  The tea had had the desired effect, but both of them would think it was the counseling session and the erotic subject that had turned them on.


“Good,” he said standing to open the door to invite the wife to return.  She was hastily stuffing something into her purse.  As she walked, he could see she had removed her bra as her breasts were swinging freely with her steps.  He wondered if she had guessed what was coming.  As she passed him in the doorway he could smell she was ready.


“For the next six months” he began speaking to Mrs. Ulrich. “Bob is going to screw you at least twice a week.  He’s going to tell you when he wants to fuck and you are going to submit completely.  You are going to do whatever you are told.  This is a new church law.  You are going to meet with me each Sunday afternoon and you are going to report if he has fulfilled his obligations.”  Mr. Ulrich had become timid in his wife presence, and was embarrassed by the bulge in his pants.  “You are going to submit to him whenever he wants it and do exactly as you are told” he said directing his comments to the woman.  At first Mr. Ulrich was mortified, but he became bolder when he saw his wife silently nodding obediently.  “I’ll bet she’s a good fuck, isn’t she.  Does she squirm when you take her or does she just lay there and let you pump?” the reverend asked Mr. Ulrich.


“Well… well, she usually kind of… well you know.” The big man smiled out of embarrassment and could not put words together not certain if he was supposed to answer or not he looked at his wife for instructions, but found her looking at the floor with her hands folded in her lap.


The minister picked up a pillow and laid it on the corner of the big table in the room.  “Come over here Mrs. Ulrich” he commanded.  She stood timidly and walked over to where he indicated.  He positioned her with the rounded corner of the table against her pussy and told her to bend over.  She looked at him shock and defiance on her face, but before she could object he put a hand on the back of her neck and pushed her causing her to fall forward onto the pillow, her feet lifting off the floor.  She began to protest, but the minister bent over and whispered “Not one word or it will be eight months.”


Mr. Ulrich stepped forward partially thinking to rescue his wife, but not at all certain how or from what, and she wasn’t complaining, the reverend wasn’t actually hurting her and he had no idea why the reverend had done that.


With his free hand, the minister pulled her dress up over her hips, exposing her to her husband.  Mr. Ulrich’s mouth fell open and he stared at his naked wife’s bottom.  “What a hick” Spillbacks thought.  “I’ll bet he’s never even seen a naked pussy before.  He probably only fucks in the dark with his eyes closed.”


The reverend reached out and grabbed Mr. Ulrich’s pants by the waist band and pulled him closer working the button free as he did so.  “Take out your penis and fuck her” the minister commanded.  Ulrich did not know what to do – his common sense said he should get his wife out of there, but lust, embarrassment and confusion had left him completely confused as he pulled his pants down and approached the wet waiting pussy. 


“Tell her to spread her leg” the minister commanded.  Mrs. Ulrich did not wait to hear from her husband but moved her thighs open pulling her knees under the table fearing minister would force her if she did not cooperate.  In his state of confusion and arousal, Mr. Ulrich took this as a sign of desire.


The creed of the mid west said ‘when you don’t know what to do, do as you’re told’ so he bent over her and shoved his cock into her.


She moaned as he went in.  “She likes it” he thought as he began pumping.  Once inside her all thoughts of rescuing her were gone.  She was the obedient little woman he had fantasized about since he was twelve.  Spillbacks released her neck and she tried to push herself up, but her husband forced her back down holding her still while he rubbed his cock in her soft wet hole.  His breathing was coming hard and fast and he felt the excitement all down his back and legs as he began fucking her harder, slamming into her with each thrust of his hips.


It took only a few minutes before he was finished and began filling her hole.  With the orgasm came a return to reality and embarrassment.  Ulrich pulled out of his wife and turned his back to do up his pants while the minister helped her to the couch to lie down.  Guilt at having enjoyed himself in a woman was burning holes in the pleasure he had enjoyed.


Reverend Spillbacks put his arm around the big man’s shoulder.  “You did well my son.  That’s exactly what God, the church, your wife and I all expect of you, don’t let us down.”  The big man nodded.  The minister’s words taking the sting of what he had just done to the woman he loved.  “Do you really love her?” the minister asked. 


Mr. Ulrich nodded.


“You liked it didn’t you?” Spillbacks continued.


Again the husband nodded.


“God gave you those feelings so you would service his daughters.  The Bible says it is a joy to be in the service of your God.  The devil gives you this guilt.  You must put it away” the minister said sternly.


Again the big man nodded.


“Go home now” the minister said.  “Your wife needs to rest and clean up and I want to have a word with her.  I have to go to Homer this evening and I will drop her by your place on the way.”


Again the husband nodded as he walked through the door the minister held open for him, glad for the opportunity to get away from the situation and the woman he had just fucked without having to look at her and be reminded that it was his wife.


“How are you feeling” he asked as walked to the couch where the woman lay curled in a fetal position.  She turned to look at him; tears ran down her cheeks from the humiliation of being fucked in front of him, but the look in her eyes told a different story.  The drugs in the tea, and the ten minutes of fucking had left her in desperate need of serious sex. 


The minister was very tempted to pull out his cock and finish her there on the couch, but he had a different plan for her.  He was not certain how she would respond to being fucked and violating her marriage vows even though he was positive she would not refuse him now, he could not be certain how she would react tomorrow.  Women were funny that way.                               


There were dozens of ways to fuck a woman, only a couple of which violated the marriage covenant.  He slid his hand down the inside of her thigh and gently rubbed the edge of her lips.


“No” she whispered between the quiet sobs, but he ignored her, turning her onto her back.  He slowly moved around her labia as she opened her legs for him.  Her breathing quickened and soft moans escaped her throat.  It would be so easy to make her climax, but he wanted it to last.


She slid a hand along her stomach to rub her breast, lifting her dress as she went.  With his free hand he pulled the dress up exposing the rest of her chest.  His lips engulfed her nipple as he pushed his fingers up her cunt and his thumb uncovered her clit.  She was screaming now, thrusting her hips trying to force his fingers to touch her G spot.  He rubbed her, teased her, and tormented her until she was screaming.


Her legs clamped shut, crushing his hand inside her.  She lifted her shoulders off the sofa, with her chin forced against her chest and her knees pulled up to the back of his head as he sucked at her breast.  He wrapped his arm around her shoulders and held her as she trembled.  The orgasm was washing over her and she could not stop it.


He had met his objectives with her.  Her husband would fuck her hard and leave her horny and half finished.  She would come to him, and he would pet her and eat her and play with her.  He had a vibrator her would put in her and after a week or two, he would take her into the bedroom and put his cock in her.  By then she would be so addicted to him she would not object, and would never make trouble for him.


He left her sleep on the couch for an hour or so after her orgasm, and then led her to the bathroom where she could shower and clean up.  With luck her husband would use her again that night or tomorrow before the drugs completely wore off.  Her experience with him would definitely compare favorably.


Just before they left, he knelt in prayer with her.  He had been ready with a list of scriptural arguments to showed how what he had done to her was completely within the bounds of the law and it was her right as a daughter of God to enjoy what he had given her.  He could convince the Sister Teresa herself that God wanted her to spread her legs; these hicks were barely a challenge.  None of it had been necessary with Mrs. Ulrich.  She was a devote woman who would remain so unless it interfered with her sexual needs.  She would be just fine.


“Take this” he told her handing her a small bottle of water based lubricant.  “A couple drops on your lips before he mounts will make it a lot more comfortable.”  He paused and looked into her eyes.  “I know this is going to be hard for you, but your husband needs to learn to enjoy fucking you or he will give up on you all together.”


She nodded and kissed him.  “Call me” the minister admonished.  “Anytime, day or night, and I will meet with you.  We will get through this together.”


The drive to the farm was very pleasant.  Mrs. Ulrich sat close to him and held his arm resting her head on his shoulder.  “I love my husband” she said, “but I will need your help if I am going to save my marriage.”


He turned is head and kissed the top of her head before they rounded the corner and became visible form the farm yard.


 “Thank you for seeing me Mrs.…. Jennifer” he corrected himself in response to her expression as she took his coat and led him into the living room.


“Were should we begin?” she asked.


“Let’s begin with a prayer” he suggested as he knelt down on the floor.  “Would you pray for us?” he asked as she followed him to her knees.  He opened his eyes as she began to pray and stared at her.  After the afternoon session with Sally Kendal, he was extremely randy, and looking at her aroused him even more.  She was in her late thirties, but had never been pregnant and was still in good shape.  Her husband had been much older than her and had had heart trouble for years before he died.  He doubted she had been used very hard in years if ever.  He stared at her with her head bowed and eyes closed.  The arch of her back, the round hips, and the breasts all fit together well.  If things went well, he would be inside her in another hour or so and the thought caused his penis to engorge.


“Let’s turn to Genesis chapter 38, start with verse 6” he suggested as he opened his bible and handed it to her indicating the passage he wanted her to read.


Judah got a wife for Er, his firstborn, and her name was Tamar. 7 But Er, Judah's firstborn, was wicked in the LORD's sight; so the LORD put him to death.


“Please explain to me what happened here in your own words” he commanded.


“Well, Judah got a wife for his eldest son Er but he was wicked, and God killed him” she answered.


“What do you think it means ‘wicked in the LORD's sight’?” the reverend asked.


“I don’t know, I suppose he commit sins” she answered.


“He had been who he was for his whole life” the reverend replied, “but he gets married, and then he is so evil that God kills him.  Why all of a sudden now does he get put to death?  I think his sins must be related to the way he treated his wife, don’t you think.”


Her face brightened into a smile, as the understanding dawned on her.  “Do you think he hit her, or maybe he cheated on her?” she asked.


“Actually, the bible is full of instances of when men disciplined their wives, and it was not considered sinful.  I think it must have been something other than violence.  The men of the bible had many wives, and slaves that they used regularly.  Adultery, is a sin, but I think a minor one, and so I suspect it must have been something else.” the reverend corrected her.  “Please read the next couple verses.”


She looked at him with respect and awe.  He understood so much, and more important, he was helping her to understand so much more than she ever had.


Then Judah said to Onan, "Lie with your brother's wife and fulfill your duty to her as a brother-in-law to produce offspring for your brother." 9 But Onan knew that the offspring would not be his; so whenever he lay with his brother's wife, he spilled his semen on the ground to keep from producing offspring for his brother. 10 What he did was wicked in the LORD's sight; so he put him to death also. Judah then said to his daughter-in-law Tamar, "Live as a widow in your father's house until my son Shelah grows up." For he thought, "He may die too, just like his brothers." So Tamar went to live in her father's house.


Understanding dawned in her eyes.  “Her husband had not made love to her – at least not properly” she said.


“Exactly right” Spillbacks responded.  “I don’t think they were married very long.  I think her husband didn’t want her to get pregnant, as he wanted to use her for a while before he knocked her up, so he practiced birth control.  She was probably a beautiful young woman.  He pulled out of her before he came.  What other methods could her husband have used?”


“Maybe abstinence” she ventured.


“Yes” Spillbacks replied.  “God expects women to be serviced, either by their husbands, or if not husbands, He selects other men to service them.  It says here Onan spilled his semen on the ground.  He probably pumped her until he was nearly ready to cum, then he pulled out of her to ejaculate.  Possibly he made her suck him off to finish.  Or, of course, he may have sodomized her.  Why do you think he did that?  Why do you think he didn’t want to breed Tamar?”


“I don’t know” she said.  She was shocked by the frank sexual discussion, but the reverend had talked plainly to her and she did not want to appear as a child so she did not show her reaction.  She was also becoming aroused, though she would not admit it to even herself.


“Most books explain that it was customary for the first born to receive the inheritance.  With his older brother dead with no children, he was in line to get the lion’s share of the family wealth.  If Tamar had a son he would loose out.  I think differently.  I think he knew he would have to keep fucking her until it took.  Her son would inherit and there was nothing he could do about that.  I think it was much simpler – I think she was a beautiful woman and he wanted to enjoy her for a few months or maybe even a year before he was done with her” the reverend explained.


She nodded without saying anything.  The word ‘fucking’ coming from his lips had shocked her, but she tried not to let it show.  It also aroused her and she unconsciously opened her legs a little.  With this Spillbacks caught the first whiff of her pussy, and knew he was making real progress with her.   He had thought he would not get her on their first session, but he now revised his expectations upward.


“In this age we get concerned about sex as a sin.  I think we are wrong there.  A careful study of the scriptures shows that the real sin is leaving a woman empty.  In the next few verses, we find that Judah himself, her father in-law, fucked her, and this is proclaimed to be what God expected.”  The reverend went on as she hung on every word.  He laid his hand on her knee just below the hem of her dress and applied a slight pressure causing her to open her legs a little.  “How long has it been since you have had intercourse?” he asked.


Her face reddened with embarrassment.  “My husband was very ill” she said. “He had a difficult time for the last year so.”


“Have you been masturbating?” he asked.


She hung her head and silence; not able to meet his eyes.  “I can’t help it” she cried.  “I try to be good, but I can get so… so…. You know horny.”


“How do you think Tamar was fucked?” he asked.


“I don’t know” she replied.  “I assumed they would use the missionary position.”


“I think she was entered from behind” he told her.  “These men were farmers and herdsmen.  They worked with sheep and goats, horses and other animals.  They held the mares and pulled their tails to the side so the stallions could mount them.  They watched the male animals shove their penises into the female animals almost every day.  I think they went back to their women and ordered them to get on their knees.  Back then the women obeyed, or they were forced.”


By the time he finished she was breathing heavily through her mouth.  He slid his hand up her leg along her inner thigh.  She slid forward on the couch causing her skirt to slide up her legs and spread them.


He looked into her eyes.  “Are you an obedient servant?” he asked.  She nodded closing her mouth to swallow.  “I think it is so important to for you to understand what Tamar was feeling and what happened to her.  There is much to learn in this scripture.  What do you think Tamar felt while she waited for Onan to come fuck her?”


“I think she was afraid” Jennifer replied.


“I agree” the reverend said.  “Her husband had been a wicked man.  She almost certainly had been a virgin the first time Er used her, and she would not have expected his brother to be gentler.  She certainly was not expecting foreplay.  She was a religious woman and probably was praying on her knees waiting for him when he came to her.  Possibly Onan brought another woman, a slave girl, with him to hold her down if she struggled.”


Reverend Spillbacks stood up and extended his hand to help her rise.  He led her down the hall to the bed room and swung the door open for her.  She walked through the door into the room.


“What do you think she wore while she waited to be bred?” he asked.  She stared at him.  His presence was over powering.  “I will give you a few minutes to get ready. Think about what she prayed for and what she was feeling as she waited to be penetrated.”


She walked into the room and felt the door close behind her.  She didn’t know what to do; her minister wanted to fuck her.  The thought made her vagina tighten and she unbuttoned her blouse and took off her bra.  Her mind was questioning what she was doing as she unzipped the tight skirt and pulled it and her panties down to her ankles.  In smooth motion she stepped out of her shoes and the rest of her clothes.  With a bare foot she kicked her clothes into the corner. Her mind was screaming this was wrong, but knelt at the corner of the bed with her ass pointing toward the door.  She folded her hands between her breasts and closed her eyes.  Light flooded into the room from the hall as the door swung open.


He stepped into the room and saw her kneeling in front of him.  He was naked.  He approached and knelt behind her, his hands sliding around her covering her nipples.  He closed his eyes and pressed his cock against the crack in her ass.  She was about to protest, her training about morality forcing its way through the fog his words and the lust had created.


“Pray as I tell you” he said.  “Dear Lord.” He waited for her to repeat his words.  Ever since she was a little girl, she had closed her eyes whenever a prayer was said and turned her entire attention to the prayer.  All thoughts of protest were drowned by her training.   The words came to her lips.


“Dear Lord” she repeated.


“Help me be an obedient woman” Spillbacks continued.  He took her hand and guided it around her hip between their bodies and wrapped her finger around his penis.  She gasped.  He was a lot bigger than her husband and he was rock hard.  She lifted her hips sliding forward onto the bed and bent the penis down to position the head at the mouth of her tunnel.


“Help me be an obedient woman” she continued.


“Wet my hole, and help me to receive this blessing” the reverend continued as he pushed the tip of his cock into her and pulled her hand away.


“Wet my hole, and help me to receive this blessing” the crudeness offended her, but she had just asked to be made obedient.  Tears were filling her eyes and her voice choked up as her voice whispered the words.  She wanted to run away, but his hands held her and she knew her chance to leave was past.


“Amen” he finished placing his hand on the small of her back and forcing her forward and down against the bed.  She turned her head to one side to lay her cheek against the mattress and arch her back.  She spread her legs around the corner of the bed and whispered the final word knowing what was to follow.


“Amen” she whispered.  The word was cut short by a groan as the entire length of his cock was forced into her cunt and he began hard pumping her.  Each thrust brought a grunt as her body was forced forward on the bed despite his hand on her back and the other squeezing her breast attempting to hold her still while he fucked her.  Each thrust slammed his hips into her ass cheeks.  He was pumping her too hard and too fast for her to enjoy the experience.  She could do nothing but grip the bed and wait while he used her.


Spillbacks had planned to be gentle with her; coax her into bed and give her a long slow gentle fucking where she would come over and over again.  He had planned to give her a good time that she would want more and more of, but the excitement of the afternoon, and the ease with which she had submitted had changed his mind.  She was his bitch and he was going to enjoy her.  He had lost all interest in what she wanted.  This was risky. He was almost certain she would continue to cooperate and let him continue to dominate her, but he could not be positive like he was when he made the women cum.  He would have to make certain she was his.


It had only been ten or fifteen minutes before he could no longer control the need to release.  Just as he started to cum, he pulled the entire length of his cock out of her and holding his penis with one hand pressed the tip of his cock against her asshole.  Not hard enough to enter her, but enough so she would feel it.  The shudders went through him as he stroked his cock.  The sweet release came and he collapsed against her back ejaculating load after load of semen from his cock.  Most of it squirted out into her ass crack and ran down her legs onto the carpet, but from the shock that he felt go through her body, he figured he must have gotten some of it inside her rectum.  Finished, he stood up and left the room.


In the hallway he picked up his clothes and went to the living room where he waited until he heard the shower.  She was cleaning up.  “God that was a good fuck” he whispered to himself.  “What a sweet little whore.”  He pulled on his under-ware, and folded the rest of his clothes before returning to the bedroom.  He turned the bed down and sat in the dark waiting for her to come out of the bathroom.


The bathroom door opened and she stepped out naked, rubbing the towel under her breasts to dry her body.  Her eyes were blind to the darkness and she did not see him approach her.  She screamed from fright and shock when she felt his hand on her shoulder.


“I’m sorry.  I didn’t mean to startle you” he said in a quiet voice as he brushed he hair from her face.


“I’m ok” she said trying to move the towel up to cover her breasts.  “I thought you had gone.”


“I wanted you to truly understand the scripture.  I feel the spirit telling me this is very important for you.”  He gently took the towel from her and led her to the bed.  “Do you understand what Tamar felt?” he asked as they sat on the bed together his arm around her shoulder.  He reached over to the night stand beside the bed, turned on the light, and handed her the open Bible.  “Read the passage I have marked.”


When Tamar was told, "Your father-in-law is on his way to Timnah to shear his sheep," 14 she took off her widow's clothes, covered herself with a veil to disguise herself, and then sat down at the entrance to Enaim, which is on the road to Timnah. For she saw that, though Shelah had now grown up, she had not been given to him as his wife.
15 When Judah saw her, he thought she was a prostitute, for she had covered her face. 16 Not realizing that she was his daughter-in-law, he went over to her by the roadside and said, "Come now, let me sleep with you."
"And what will you give me to sleep with you?" she asked.
17 "I'll send you a young goat from my flock," he said.
"Will you give me something as a pledge until you send it?" she asked.
18 He said, "What pledge should I give you?"
"Your seal and its cord, and the staff in your hand," she answered. So he gave them to her and slept with her, and she became pregnant by him. 19 After she left, she took off her veil and put on her widow's clothes again.


“She was quite a woman wasn’t she?” he said when she finished the passage.  “She knew what God expected of her.  Judah and his sons were prophets, the men of God and she knew she was supposed to submit her body to them.  They weren’t very nice to her, but still she was obedient.”


“I think I understand” she said as he took her shoulders and laid her back onto the bed.  He bent over her and kissed her; gently at first then with more passion.  He could sense the arousal building in her as he moved to her neck and then down to her shoulders.  He began massaging her breasts.  Not hard and rough as he had done earlier, but gently teasing her delicate nipples into erection.  She spread her legs as his lips moved to suck her breast, and his finger moved to her pussy.


Within minutes, she was wet and ready and moved down to eat her and fuck her with his tongue.  She would have come a dozen times, if he had let her but each time she came to the edge, he would back away, or change focus.  He worked on her until she was screaming and thrashing around on the bed like a beached fish.  By the time he took out his cock and pulled her on top of him she was desperate to get it inside of her.  She grabbed it in her right hand and positioned it to the mouth of her cunt.  Steadying herself with her left hand against his shoulder, she thrust her ass down against him taking the full penis into her pussy. 


She sawed up and down on the full length of his cock violently until she could hold back the flood no longer.  “Ohhh God…. Oh God” she screamed.  The orgasm erupted in her and she dug her finger nails into his shoulders and then she collapsed onto him. 


Suddenly the room was deathly silent.  Spillbacks could hear her heart hammering in her chest.  Her breathing was deep and slow.  She stretched out her legs and collapsed completely on top of him.


“We have sinned, haven’t we reverend” she said finally.


“Don’t be ridiculous” he replied.  “God made your body and he made mine and He gave us the capability to feel sexual pleasure.  He expects us to use it.  In most things He gave us complete free will; however regarding sex He gave all men and women unending and often overpowering desire.  Use you head girl, do you think He is displeased with us?    Examine how you feel right now and tell me you thing we have sinned.”


“But what about the commandments in the Bible?” she asked.


“You need to study the Bible more” he said. “The Puritanical concepts about sex don’t come from the Bible; they come for a group of religious perverts who probably never really read the Bible, or if they did they lied about what it said.”  He took a deep breath to calm himself.  Ever since seminary when he had actually studied the word of God, the actual Bible, and not what other people said it said, this had been an emotional issue for him, but he knew he was not going to explain the truths that he had studied over the past eight years before she feel asleep.  “The Bible says many things that people could argue about.  For every passage that tells us to abstain, there are probably half a dozen that tell us that we should not abstain.  Look at the lives of the prophets; the people who God directed daily.  God commanded them to have many wives and concubines.  Why do you suppose He did that?”


“I don’t know” she said.


“Do you thing God commanded these great men to take these women and then they didn’t fuck them?” he asked.  “Gee God, these women are really pretty and all, but I don’t think I should touch them, because I don’t want to fornicate.”


She giggled.  “Alright, you’re the expert” she said, “Why?”


“The first commandment God gave to people was to engage in sex.”  His voice was quiet, almost reverent for the profound truth that had nearly gotten him expelled from the seminary.  “God expects it of us.  In Biblical times, women were not always treated very well.  They were bought and sold and used like property.  Often abused and killed when they were no longer of value to their owner.  I don’t think God likes this.  I think God expects both men and women to have satisfying sexual experiences.  I think that’s more important than just about anything else.  When circumstances put women in a position of being unable to achieve sexual fulfillment and God finds an honorable man, a man with a good heart, He often gives him added responsibility.  Solomon, the wisest man that ever lived, and probably the greatest lover and poet as well had seven hundred wives and three hundred concubines – that’s women that he fucked regularly, but never married.”


“What about a woman having more than one man” she asked.  “What does God think of this?”


“Oh, that happens all the time; Tamar, that we read about, for example.  Or, even Mary, who was the mother of Jesus, the son of God, and then married Joseph who took care of her for the rest of her life because I suppose God was preoccupied.”  He was preaching again.  “From all my study, I don’t think God ever intended for people to be monogamous.  I think he intended that we should take care of each other; physically, emotionally and sexually.”


She wrapped her arms around him and fell asleep on his shoulder.  He held her for nearly an hour before sliding out of bed and making his way home.



Bob Ulrich watched his wife climb the stairs carrying a load of clean clothes from the laundry room in the basement.  He watched her ass move as she walked and could not stop thinking about what he had seen of her that afternoon.  For the last few hours he had been rehearsing in his mind.  The reverend had said it was his responsibility to service her and more than just responsibility, he wanted to fuck her.  Not make love to her; not wait on her willingness and certainly not beg her, but fuck her.  Fuck her like he had that afternoon.


He got off the couch and followed her up the stairs, taking the heavy basket from her as he caught up.


“Thank you” she said cheerfully.  She had been quiet all evening since the minister had dropped her off.  Bob had thought it was because of what he had done to her.  He had been wrong; in her entire life she had never cum the way she had when Ulrich had touched her.  Technically, it had not been a adultery; technically, it had not really different from her annual visits with the gynecologists, but it had been different.  Most of all, she wanted more.


“Go to the bedroom and get yourself ready” her husband commanded.  He had had a hard time getting out the words.  He had wanted to sound forceful and dominate.  For him the most sexually exciting thing of the afternoon had been when she had tried to straighten up and he had forced her head back down while he was fucking her.  He wanted that feeling again, but he had choked on the words.  He almost followed the order with an apology.


The smile disappeared from her face, and she looked at the floor as she walked to the bed room.  Bob Ulrich looked after her.  He had not been certain what she would do.  He had not thought he had sounded very manly, but she had gone to the bedroom as he had told her too.  She was in there stripping right now.  Well, maybe she wasn’t used to having him order her around, but he was a man and he had a right take her.  He set the basket on the folding table, and went after her.


When he opened the bedroom door she was just pulling her panties down.  She lay down and moved to the center of the bed and spread her legs.  She was still wearing her blouse and he toyed with telling her to take it off, but seeing her bush he decided he didn’t want to wait.  He crawled up on the bed between her knees, and undid his belt.  His penis was hard and he reached through the hole in his underwear to take it out and stretched out on top of her.  He guided his cock up to her hole and shoved it into her.  She was slick and slippery; she wanted it.  She was ready to fuck.  She must be getting off on this dominate approach of his.


His body completely covered her.  His full belly pressed down on her stomach making it hard for her to breath and impossible for her to move.  He was moving his hips and pumping her.  The top of her head was just under his chin.  He grunted with every thrust as he fucked her.


She lay under him with her legs up and open, barely able to get them around his over sized waist.  He was sweaty and his arm pits smelled.  If it had gone on for very long, she would have been sick, but it didn’t last very long.  It was over in minutes and she had seamen in her pussy.  He rolled off her and pulled his pants up and went back down stairs to watch television.


She lay on the bed waiting while his sweat dried on her body and the seamen drained out of her pussy.  Tears leaked out of her eyes.  She wanted her marriage to work, and she loved that big lug, she didn’t even mind him fucking her.  Actually, if it made him happy, she didn’t mind at all, but the thought that that was the only sex she would have for the rest of her life she just couldn’t bear it.  She took a shower and picked up the phone.


While driving back to the church, his cell phone rang.  “Hello” Spillbacks answered.  “God is so proud of you, why don’t you come in to see me tomorrow morning.  I understand your frustration, I think if we pray about this it will be able to find an answer.”